To the extent that one is responsible for one's life, one is alone.

Marriage and its entourage of possession and jealousy enslave the spirit.

If you want to choose the pleasure of growth, prepare yourself for some pain.

Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That's when I will be truly dead - when I exist in no one's memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?

The spirit of a man is constructed out of his choices.

When people don't have any curiosity about themselves, that is always a bad sign.

One thing I feel clear about is that it's important not to let your life live you. Otherwise, you end up at forty feeling you haven't really lived. What have I learned? Perhaps to live now, so that at fifty I won't look back upon my forties with regret.